Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Section 25,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.